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Hollow pounding footsteps beat- pulsing in the damp air
The fog whispers the secrates- of deaths but mine remains
I dance amongst the shadows- and listen to your pulse
A cloaked figure is trailing- I CAST NO SHADOW
Ill take with me my secretes keep and the lothesome bitch
TO MY GRAVE
The fog whispers the secrates- of deaths but mine remains
I dance amongst the shadows- and listen to your pulse
A cloaked figure is trailing- I CAST NO SHADOW
Ill take with me my secretes keep and the lothesome bitch
TO MY GRAVE